The backstory:
So Mr. Faruiza had knee surgery on Wednesday. He’s doing pretty well, moving around and everything and generally trying really hard not to act like a big baby. Gotta give him credit for that. From all accounts, ACL repair (or in his case, total replacement, 'cause where the hell did it go?) is a really painful process.
The surgeon at one point had told him that they were going to use a ligament from another part of his leg. He was fine with that. His philosophy is, “Cut whatever you want. If I have spare parts, use 'em. But DON’T give me someone elses discards.” See, he has problems with using other people’s parts. I don’t know why, and he really doesn’t either. The concept just gives him a case of the screaming jeebies. Doesn’t bother me a bit. I figure if someone’s willing to give me their spare parts, Og forbid I should ever need them, I’ll be pretty grateful, and it doesn’t matter one whit to me where it came from.
So, I’m having a little laugh every now and again, making fun of him for being stupid. I just got the best one, though.
He has a few friends over for gaming. I don’t game. I don’t really get it. So Friday nights, I’m relegated to my computer because, well, it’s the “He-Man Woman Haters Club” rules in the breezeway. I stay out of the way.
Well, it just so happens that in order to get to the washing machine, I have to go through the room where they gather. On my way back in, I stared closely at the places on his knee where there were bandages until all activity stopped. I then pointed at it and said, “Wow.” Of course, they all said, “What?”
I said,
“I see dead people.”
BWAAAHAHAHAHAAAAA!!!
And laughed like a complete lunatic all the way out of the room. Those guys cracked up, and amid all that, I heard my husband groan.
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